An ode to WordPress…

A poem for WordPress, entitled;

Freshly Pressed!

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Freshly Pressed, Freshly Pressed

Put my blogging to the test

Just let me do what I do best

Not that you need to be second-guessed

Freshly Pressed, Freshly Pressed

My ego needs to be caressed

Til now my words have been repressed

And just left hanging unexpressed

Freshly Pressed, Freshly Pressed

I stand before you quite undressed

I must admit that I am stressed

And that’s no way to treat a guest

Freshly Pressed, Freshly Pressed

WordPress, work at my behest

Help me fulfill this sacred quest

Until it’s done, I cannot rest

Freshly Pressed, Freshly Pressed

I do not mean to be a pest

This fledgling cannot leave the nest

Not til you honor this request

Freshly Pressed, Freshly Pressed

Into a child I have regressed

In my diapers I have messed

Not an easy thing to have confessed

Freshly Pressed, Freshly Pressed

I ride this wave upon its crest

As the sun sets in the West

I will beat upon my breast

Though it will wrinkle my tie and vest

And leave huge bruises on my chest

These are not just words I have finessed

This is not some shallow jest

I’mย more than just a bit depressed

I know it’s a lot for you to digest

I know you need to be impressed

But by the Devil I’ve been possessed…

And my soul he doth molest…

Until my words by you are blessed…

My life contains no hint of zest..

So please make me… Freshly… Pressed…

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118 Responses to An ode to WordPress…

  1. toad (chris jensen) says:

    Reblogged this on tot123itsme.

  2. toad (chris jensen) says:

    You got know if that gets you in there Hasty will be Freshly Pissed!

  3. joehoover says:

    suck up….

    ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. lyndzeerae27 says:

    Bahaha Oh I love this!!!! Great one! ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. Gray Dawster says:

    Yes an interesting poem but not for the WP boffins
    and definitely not for the head honcho sat at the top,
    oh no if you want to be freshly pressed then you
    need to be incredibly lucky, or even bloody fornunate
    depending on how the cookie crumble that day ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

    One day your blog will be at the pinnacle of brilliance
    but until then just sit back, grab a sexy nutter and think
    big, well she will be grabbing something else most likely
    so at least your poem wasn’t wasted on her ๐Ÿ™‚

    Andro

  6. Freshly Pressed, Freshly Pressed
    Your lovely skin I have caressed
    My love for you I have professed
    To have you what would you suggest?

  7. benzeknees says:

    You’re getting good at this begging thing!

  8. Yes, your timing does meet the eye. Freshly who?

  9. Mooselicker says:

    You’re always fresh and always pressing my buttons. That has to count for something?

  10. userdand says:

    Love the dissertation, I am deign to declare it a poetry or prose and raise it to the level of art.

  11. El Guapo says:

    You said “chest”.
    hehehe.

    Hope they listen. But being FP’d is overrated.

  12. Great googly-moogly! The ending lines were so epic and heroic, it went into an endless rhymegasm – Freshly Pressed FTW! If this supreme piece of poetic wonderment doesn’t make it, I’m storming the FP castle, just like this!

  13. Totally wonderful. You should be very pleased with your self. Hugs, Barbara

  14. Trent Lewin says:

    I’m pulling for ya. Thanks for the laugh, by the way. I can send you a spare set of diapers if you need them.

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